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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:07 pm
((ooc: oh my god people... settle down... and stop auto-hitting. we all want to get to the zombie killing but i dont want to be with people who are at each others throats all the time.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:08 pm
"Really all you got?" He said smirking... Ignoring the serious pain he just received... "Besides that not even close to making me puke... Think of a ******** better threat before trying again." He said and leaned on the wall a wincing face due to the pain.
((To answer your first insult... Shutup anyway its a ******** modified shotgun spread or single bullet and thank you for the compliment. I already know i'm an idiot))
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:08 pm
Gregor Olivar  It was just another day for Gregor, he was in his gunsmith ship forging yet another gun for some person who requested it. He looked outside the window and was shocked at what he saw, there were undead shuffling across the streets. He growled and went and got his weapons from the back. A Russian AK-47, A Carbine, and an Army-Grade Machete. He quickly strapped them on but knew it was idiotic to go out in this weather. The cold would freeze his circuits! He instead barricaded the front entrances and back entrances by welding them shut then reinforced that with multiple wooden boards and metal sheets over the windows and entrances. The only entrance left was the ladder to the roof at the side of the building. He quickly dressed in clothes that would keep his heat in and the cold out and he went to the roof and scouted the nearby area for any other survivors whilst also picking off any undead he saw.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:10 pm
In the dark smoky portion of the room, a mysterious figure hid in the shadows, her fierce gaze looking at the group she was in right now. A lit cigarette was on her left hand, the only lumination that would allow others to see her. (it also didn't help that she was wearing an all black attire that moment). She wondered why she even bothered staying with this group, she was never good with dealing with people, and she felt a vein protruding as she saw a few of its members acting like a bunch of immature children. She did not have time for this. Straightening up from leaning against the wall she took the last drag from her cigarette and threw the butt on the floor, killing it with her left boot before taking a step out of the darkness, revealing a rather eccentric individual. Black mohawk, multiple piercings, an odd assortment of black clothing and big combat boots, Adam gave a steely stare to no one in particular, but whoever met her gaze was bound to feel chills run up and down their spines. "You guys done planning yet? How about we get a move on yeah?" she muttered, her hands absently touching the tip of the Dao sword that was on her back.
OOC: Yeah, couldn't help but post sweatdrop Sorry I don't have a post format yet for Vinn, and also for the short post. Good mornight guys heading to bed emotion_zzz
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EnlightendMind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:10 pm
117 was getting irritated "seriously, if you two don't knock it off I will let the hordes eat you, now shut up and take your positions."
(i agree, shut the ******** up.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:12 pm
(Christ...I wasn't auto hitting and besides they started it...)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:12 pm
Ghost heard a faint gunshot noise coming from beneath the building. What the ******** is going on? As he was trying to get his radio, he heard the moans. Oh those ******** moans.
"s**t!" Ghost called out loud enough for the inhabitants to hear. He picked up his rifle and redirected it to a small group of walkers trying to besiege the building. His instincts kicked in when he began mapping out the range. A road sign marked one-hundred yards. A burnt-out car marked two. An over-turned bus marked three. The group was at about one-hundred fifty yards, easy pickings for Ghost. Spectre whined as she watched him take the first shot on the group. One of the four fell, a pool of blood oozing under it's skull. Ghost racked the bolt as the loud report faded. They were in the s**t now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:13 pm
((fine, fine. ignore the logic.))
He sighs, sheathing his dagger and dropping from the table. "Fine, Fine. But if he shoots at me again, I'll drop him." He toys around with the other knife in his hand, cleaning a smudge off of it.. "I'll at least ACT like a friend." His head snaps up as he hears the moans in the distance... "Am I hearing things..?"
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EnlightendMind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:15 pm
117 heard the moans and quickly mounted his zwehander on his back and holstered his desert eagle bringing out his sniper, he strafed to the right and picked off two in one shot, only leaving one left
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:19 pm
((Um... You are skilled with those how?))
Ghost scoped in on the final kill, about one-hundred twenty yards out, and squeezed out a round. The ghoul twirled around and fell to the ground, but was still snapping it's jaw.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:21 pm
"Darn... Superman took them out first... Oh well" He said keeping himself from rubbing his poor aching nuts... "God somebody probably had steel boots." He muttered and waited while rubbing his shaggy hair.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:21 pm
"We have to leave, now.. There are going to be more. There always are more behind the 'scouts'." He had labeled groups of the dead, the initial attack group, usually small, were Scouts.. The massive hordes were, obviously, Hordes or Swarm.
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EnlightendMind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:22 pm
(read my skelly >_> he is a trained soldier, a special soldier. his abilities with his weapons are far more then anyone else here. )
117 looked down his scope spotting 3 more at 300 yards, he squeezed off a round into the first on as it's head exploded from the round
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:24 pm
"Explosive rounds? So much noise.." He rubs his ears, he had increased hearing, and it hurt to be near loud noises.. Despite that his favorite weapon was a sniper. "How much time until we're ready to be moving?" He was sheathing his knife, and pulling back out his dagger.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:27 pm
Ghost smacked the safety on his rifle and slung it over his shoulder. His rucksack got strapped on quickly. Spectre tilted her head as he quickly packed up. Ghost came and knelt down next to her.
"Come on sweetie. We're moving again." He silently cursed whoever shot their weapon and slipped out his MP5K from the SMG scabbard. No need for rifles when it was gonna get close to point-blank combat. He led Spectre down the stairwell to the first floor and stopped in awe as he saw the cluttered mess and the haste.
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